𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ☆ 𝒋𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

eight

jeongguk woke up to banging on his front door resulting in giving him a migraine. he rubbed his eyes and walked downstairs sluggishly.

mina just about fell onto jeongguk when he opened the door, she was red with rage.

"jeongguk, is it true!?"

"w-what is true. . .?"

"this!!" mina shoved her phone in his face, revealing an article with a picture of jeongguk kissing jimin. jeongguk gasped, backing away.

"so this is true!?"

"mina. . . you should leave. . ."

"wha- !?" before she could argue, jeongguk already pushed her into the hallway and slammed the door shut, locking it.

he quickly grabbed his phone and began to dial.

"hoseok, did you see the news yet!?"

"yeah, why the fuck you kissing my relative LOL!"

jeongguk sighed, pinching his eyebrows together in distress.

"yeah, i was drunk, i messed up, but i need you to make all this disappear and make sure people think that it's just some girl i met at the bar with short hair. . ."

"that's going to be difficult, but no worries dude, this kind of stuff is my specialty!"

"thank you." jeongguk hung up and turned around, seeing jimin standing on the stairs, clinging to the railing.

"so you kissed me just because you were drunk. . .?" jimin could feel hot liquid brimming at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall. the boy did not dare to look at the older, he kept his head down in shame.

"no, that's not it, jimin! its. . ." jeongguk tried to comfort the younger, but trailed off.

what is he to me? we literally just met and he isn't even an adult yet. . .

jeongguk was at a loss for words, feeling defeated and trapped.

"its what!?" jimin yelled, tears streaming down his flushed face.

before jeongguk could respond the boy sprinted for the door, slamming it behind him.

"jimin!" jeongguk hurried to the door, but jimin was already out of sight.

where did he go. . .?

he crouched onto the floor and hugged his knees pathetically. jeongguk didn't know what to do.

he could only think about jimin and his painful expression. jeongguk stared at the wooden floor ahead of him where little droplets of the boy's tears rested.